"Yes, her last name is Song."
Mellisa Winsor noticed the change in her expression, put down the teacup, and asked, "Do you know her?"
"No, I don't know her."
Mrs. Sa denied firmly, "I've kept to myself all these years, how could I know such a young person."
"Then how did you meet Sophie?"
Mellisa immediately thought of her granddaughter. In terms of age, Sophie and Bertha Marley were similar. Since she doesn't go out, where could they have possibly met?
"Meeting your granddaughter was purely a matter of fate, an arrangement by heaven."
Mrs. Sa spoke casually, a smile spreading across her wrinkled face, "On that rare occasion when I went shopping, a thief snatched my wallet. Sophie was the first to notice and helped me get it back, even taught the thief a lesson."
"Since then, we've become close friends. Despite the generational gap, there is no barrier between us."
After hearing this short story.
